


Flustered boys at Vytal

by allthingsasian



Category: RWBY
Genre: Dorks in Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, M/M, Romance, Single Oz Dad AU, alternative universe
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-07-17
Updated: 2020-07-20
Packaged: 2021-03-05 04:28:22
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 4
Words: 4,523
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25338382
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/allthingsasian/pseuds/allthingsasian
Summary: Oscar Pine is the fourteen year old Beacon prodigy, who's deemed to be the next headmaster of the school with Ozpin currently serving as his overprotective guardian. As he awaits for the arrival of important guests for the tournament, he stumbles across a lonely white-haired boy, who looks all to easy to fluster.
Relationships: Oscar Pine/Whitley Schnee, Ozpin & Oscar Pine
Comments: 4
Kudos: 60





	1. Arrivals and Impressions

**Author's Note:**

> Snowpines is an underrated ship. Also I crave Ozdad.

"Are you ready Oscar?" Ozpin's voice ringed out from the living room. 

"Just a minute, Oz!" Oscar said in exasperation, looking at his formal attire in the mirror, struggling to adjust his tie.

Oscar Pine was currently in his bedroom, a spacious area generously supplied by his guardian, more profoundly known for being the _illustrious_ Headmaster of Beacon Academy. Oscar couldn't help but snort internally at the description.

_'They only say that because they haven't seen Oz red-faced in anger when he returned from a council meeting, or when he woke up with his hair looking like a bird's nest.'_

Just as he had finished the thought, the man himself walked into his room. Perfectly dressed in his green suit, cross perfectly placed on his turtleneck, a similar one to Oscar's own which Ozpin insisted he wore as a sign of being his successor. _His family._ _  
_

As Ozpin looked at Oscar in amusement as he struggled to adjust his tie, Oscar couldn't help but observe his guardian again.

_'I was wrong. His hair always looks like a birds nest.'_

"Do you need help there?" Ozpin asked, his amber eyes dancing in amusement while he observed Oscar's struggle.

 _'Asshole'_ Oscar thought in annoyance but then smiled internally. _'But he's my asshole.'_

Oscar threw his hands up in exasperation, Multi-colored eyes looking at his guardian in desperation.

"Can you please just help me tie this?" Oscar said, proceeding to grasp his black and green tie in exasperation. His black gloved hands clutching at the material in frustration. 

Ozpin chuckled, before kneeling down to Oscar's level and gently grabbed the tie, adjusting it into what Oscar believed to be an immaculate windsor knot. 

_'Why is my guardian so extra?'_ Oscar thought, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as Ozpin looked at him, with that gentle gaze he only reserved for the boy.

"Do I really have to go Ozpin?" Oscar asked as he looked at his guardian tying his tie in a gentle manner, his brows furrowed in concentration.

Ozpin chucked lightly, standing up and looked down at his prodigy in amusement.

' _Am I really that short I have to look up to him as if he were a freaking tower?!'_ Oscar thought, internally screaming at his hormones.

"Oscar I've already told you, as my successor and the youngest person to ever attend Beacon, it is only formality that you accompany me to meet the esteemed guests observing the Vytal Festival."

Oscar only huffed, freckled cheeks puffing in frustration. Ozpin only chuckled and pats the boy's hair gently before turning abruptly and leaving the room.

"Come on Oscar, no dilly dallying now, we must go."

Oscar only smiled in embarrassment at his guardian's affections, pleased at the fact that Ozpin always seemed so gentle and open to the boy while being reserved and strict to the rest of the students. The distinction only made Oscar feel warm inside.

Oscar smiled brightly, his multi colored eyes shining in joy as he skipped forward to catch up to his guardian. Both of them leaving Ozpin's home to meet the esteemed guests observing the Vytal festival this year.

* * *

Whitley Schnee knew that he was always going to be the least considered sibling in the Schnee family. The reject who everyone would eventually forget. Not that Whitley really minded, his entire childhood had been deprived of any real affection. His mother's drunken slurs and their father's incessant demands only ensured that Whitley's life would be a path of isolation.

So, when his father had offhandedly mentioned that they were going to Beacon Academy to see Weiss and more importantly meet the esteemed headmaster of Beacon, Whitley beamed at the invitation, feeling joy at the fact that his father had acknowledged him, asked _him_ to accompany him to Vale. 

Whitley was now currently on a private airship, only a few minutes away from arriving in Vale. His father was opposite him, looking blankly at a newspaper and pretending that Whitley was not even there in the first place. Whitley was immune to the invisibility, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Even though his father had only gone to Vale to meet the headmaster, the council members and to confront his estranged sister, Whitley perhaps hoped he had been invited because Jacques wanted him there in order to spend time with his youngest child.

But clearly he was nothing but a nuisance, collateral to his father.

As Whitley looked out the window, his mind stewing in his loneliness, he could see the lush green of Vale's trees which were so different from the ones in Atlas. Whitley couldn't remember ever visiting the Kingdom himself, but remembered meeting the Headmaster of Beacon once at an Atlesian dinner party when he was younger. Whitley remembered that as a young boy of 6 years old, he had bumped into the man on accident, causing him to spill his wine in front of all the council members and the General with whom he was conversing with. Despite the apologies the bespectacled man was given from the numerous servants, he only eyed Whitley in concern, patting his snow-white hair in affection.

Whitley could remember his father’s screams of rage after the party, shouting at Whitley’s face as he cried in fright.

Whitley sometimes wished in those moments that he had someone like Professor Ozpin for a father.

"Whitley." His father interrupted his thoughts, his cold blue eyes observing his son distantly and with disapproval. A look Whitley was entirely familiar with.

"Make sure you present yourself immaculately, good impressions are what typically lead to a good business." Jacques then looked back at his newspaper giving a dismissive wave towards his son.

"Oh and make yourself familiar with Ozpin's son, he is the same age as you and it is common knowledge that will be the next headmaster." Jacques then eyed Whitley intently. "He may be a vital ally for us in the future for my business." 

_'Ozpin's son huh?'_ Whitley thought distantly, ignoring the announcement of the plane's landing.

_'I wonder what he's like...'_


	2. Introductions and First Impressions.

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Oscar meets a certain white haired boy who captures his interest.

As Oscar and Ozpin approached the airships, Oscar couldn’t help but wring his gloved hands in nervousness. As if Ozpin could sense the agitation in the boy, he looked at him with a small reassuring smile. 

“Don’t be frightened now Oscar. I’m sure my guests will be glad to meet you after all these years.”

Oscar then snorted lightly. “Who says I’m afraid of them they’re just a bunch of old men in fancy suits.” 

Ozpin only laughed on in amusement at the antics of his ward. 

“They’re not that bad Oscar, do not forget that me and James are also part of the council’s in our respective kingdoms.”  


At the mention of James Ironwood, Oscar couldn’t help the grimace as a torrent of memories came rushing by.

Oscar remembers as a six year old, that he had tagged along with his guardian to a fancy party at the Schnee manor. When the General had softly introduced himself to him, Oscar remarked that he looked like a ‘robot metal man in a stupid suit.’

Oscar involuntarily groans are the memory, remembering the light scolding Oscar had received as they returned to Vale. 

_ ’All the more reason not to be here’ _

“Yeah, well my point still stands you’re just a bunch of old men in fancy suits. Honestly, screw the patriarchy.”

Ozpin gives an offended look at the prospect at being called old before giving a slight smirk at the younger boy.

“Well one day you will be one of those old men too”

“Hey-“

Suddenly, the duo were interrupted by a polite cough, they both looked to see a man in a white suit tapping his foot impatiently. Oscar could see a boy around his age standing next to the man. Hands clasped behind him and face blank in stoicism. 

_‘Of course, Jacques Schnee, the ruling champion of patriarchal arseholes.’ He’s not on the council though so why is he here?’_

“Oh, Mr Schnee!” Ozpin greeted, and Oscar could see that he was just as confused, if not annoyed at the prospect of the man being here in Vale. Ozpin put his hand out in greeting which the man returned.

“I was not expecting you to be here, council members were the only ones invited after all.”

Oscar gave a silent cheer at the guardian’s jab towards the man. 

Jacques eye seemed to twitch in anger before laughing lightly. Immediately Oscar could notice how plastic and odd it looked on a gremlin like him. 

“Ah yes well, I don’t know if the General had informed you, but I had decided to come to check on my _beloved_ daughter .”

Oscar could immediately smell the bullshit off this man. Ozpin seemed to feel the same way as he hummed , eyeing the man in distrust. “I assure you Beacon has and will ensure that your daughter is well protected and looked after. I ensure she will be a wonderful huntress just like her grandfather.”

Oscar swore he could see a tick mark on the other’s man’s head.  


“Before we go any further-“ Ozpin gestured to Oscar and the boy had to suppress the urge to run back home. “This is my ward, Oscar Pine, whom I sure you know is appointed to be my next successor.”

Oscar has to resist trembling in disgust as he shook the man’s hand, silently thankful he was wearing his black velvet gloves.

_‘I’ll have to burn them now’_ Oscar thinks in disappointment.

Jacques seems to eye Oscar analytically and with a disapproving expression before turning to the boy next to him. Oscar couldn’t help but note that he was standing perfectly still all this time, his face blank and eyes empty. Oscar could feel a bout of sympathy come over him.

_‘Ozpin would never let me just do that’_

“This is my youngest, Whitley Schnee.”

_‘So this was Weiss’ brother, she never really talks about him though.’_ Oscar thinks, eyeing the boy. Hazel eyes brightening in curiosity.

_’I feel like I’ve met him somewhere.’  
_  
The boy gave a small smile at Oscar and the noted how plastic it was that it internally hurt him. He then took his hand and shook both Ozpin and Oscar’s in greeting. _  
_

_‘Ah, the boy has cleansed my glove with his touch.’_

Ozpin then chuckled lightly and eyed the boy in affection, a similar look to the one he usually gave Oscar. 

“Hello Mr Schnee it’s good to see you again. I remember the last time we met, it had caused me to spill wine all over myself. That night was the most fun I’ve ever had, albeit a messy one. But still fun nonetheless.”

_‘So that’s why he’s familiar, we met at the dinner party. I wonder if Whitley remembers.’_

Oscar then saw a faint blush painting the boys cheeks. His body squirming in embarrassment.

_’Cute.’_ Oscar thought, his gaze focused entirely on the boy who seemed to be looking down in shame. 

Jacques then scoffed and Oscar had to resist the urge to punch him in the face. “I am terribly sorry for that night Headmaster, I ensured the boy was rightfully punished for his actions that night.”

Oscar and Ozpin could see Whitley flinch and both looked on at the boy in concern. 

Before either could talk further, Ozpin received a text from Glynda informing him that there was a scuffle going on outside which required his immediate attention.   
  


Jacques then proceeded to walk off with Ozpin and Oscar couldn’t help but pity his guardian. Which meant that Whitley and Oscar stood alone facing each other.

_‘Well this is awkward’_ Oscar thought as he looked on at the boy helplessly, noting how his posture relaxed at the sight of his father being gone.

Oscar couldn’t help but feel warm at the prospect of the boy being relaxed and happy.

_’I wonder if Whitley remembers that promise we made all those years ago?’_

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I love sassy Oscar.


	3. Flashbacks and Dead Ends.

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> A flashback shows how Whitley and Oscar first met. Back in the present Oscar and Whitley meet an obstacle in their relationship. Ozpin and Jacques come up with an interesting proposal.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I'm one hundred percent on board with the idea that Whitley's haughty and arrogant personality is a shield to hide his crippling loneliness and insecurities.

_**Flashback: 8 years ago...** _

A young Whitley Schnee was currently crying outside the party hall, away from the raging eyes of his father, the disappointed guests. Alone. Just like he always was, forever the third wheel when it came to his siblings and family in general, a pathetic unwanted nuisance.

"Hey are you alright?"

Whitley turned his face which was no doubt streaked with tears and blue eyes puffy from the sobbing and exhaustion, to turn his head towards a boy who looked at him in concern.

Whitley didn't reply much to the boy's agitation as he shuffled his feet awkwardly. Whitley noted that he was about his age. A young 6 year old with chubby freckled cheeks and an adorable custom made black suit with a silver cross on the lapel.

"U-um" The boy continued, clearly uncomfortable with the continued silence. 

"Are you okay? Mister...?"

"Whitley" The white haired boy supplied, rubbing the tear streaks from his face in futility. From the way the boy was dressed, the young Whitley recognised that he was probably the son of one of the guests. Whitley then continued to burst into tears much to the boy's fear and confusion. Knowing that he had displayed such an emotional outburst to a guest, his father would no doubt punish him fro the situation.

Whitley shivered in fear at the thought.

The boy then gently wrapped his arms around the boy and patted his silver hair in gentle, reassuring strokes. Whitley couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged him.

"There, there." The boy said soothingly. "Oz always hugs me like this when i'm scared." The boy then looks up at Whitley and gave a toothy grin, Hazel eyes sparkling in joy. 

"Hey! How about we be friends!"

Friends. That was a concept that Whitley was familiar with but never had the pleasure of experiencing it for himself. His sisters were friends with each other but never included Whitley in anything, similarly to the children at his school who never seemed to approach him. When Whitley asked his father about friends, his father had scoffed as if the concept itself was a waste of time.

**'Friends are a weakness Whitley, the only thing that is important is the company and this family.'**

Despite his father's advice, with the humiliation he had suffered today he wouldn't mind befriending this boy who seemed so different to him.

"...Friends? Are you sure?"

The boy only smiled further, almost skipping in joy. "Of course we can be friends forever! Best friends if you want to!."

6 year old Whitley was left speechless at the declaration of becoming best friends with someone he just met.

"But I've never had a friend before." The boy only seems to look at him, golden eyes gleaming in determination, "then i'll be your first friend, your best friend- promise me we'll be friends?"

The boy then held out his hand in a gesture, that Whitley had seen some kids do during playtime at school.

"pinky promise?"

The boy looked at him in question, eyes fierce and bright with resilience. Whitley felt oddly light at the thought. _'Best friends huh?'_

Whitley then nodded and attached his pinky to the other boy. 

"pinky promise!"

...

Whitley then realized a few hours later while his father raged at him in his office, that he never even got the boy's name.

Later on he preferred to think the encounter never happened, despite the lingering thoughts of a tan, freckled boy he sometimes wished to see again.

* * *

_**Present Day...** _

Oscar shuffled his feet awkwardly, his expensive black shoes rubbing against the concrete, which Oscar knew would piss off Ozpin, not that Oscar was paying attention to that at this particular point in time. He was too busy deciding what to say to the boy who's empty blue gaze kept looking at him in annoyance and disappointment.

_'It's not my fault that Ozpin never tutored me in social awkwardness during all our etiquette lessons.'_

"Stop doing that."

"Huh?" Oscar then stopped looking around, to look directly at the boy in question, who now had his arms crossed in irritation at the boy's actions,.

"Doing what exactly?"

Oscar sometimes hated his sassy streak, which he no doubt got from living with Ozpin all his life.

The boy then scoffed, and suddenly Oscar understood why Weiss never talked about her brother.

 _'Because he's an asshole'_ was the clear observation.

"Don't play dumb, aren't you a guest, show me around why don't you."

 _'So he's one of those smug types. A shame though, he was pretty cute_ ' Oscar thought dismally. Although Oscar didn't feel a grating sense of irritation like he did with Jacques, he remembered a a time long ago, when he had come across the boy who had been crying and scared, and even now who looked completely rigid in the presence of his father, flinching in fear at a certain moment.

' _I still have that promise I made to him- he may be a smug little shit on the surface but there's probably more layers to him'_

Oscar then thought of the numerous tsundere characters he read in his manga and snickered at the implication of Whitley being a tsundere.

"What are you laughing about!?"

_Oops, did he do that out loud?_

"Oh nothing" Oscar said feigning obliviousness which only increased Whitley's ire. "Come I will show you around the school grounds."

Whitley then only huffed arrogantly before following Oscar like he expected him to be some sort of bell boy. 

_Does Whitley even remember me...?_

* * *

"Hey how are you Oscar?"

It was Velvet that had asked the question. To be honest Oscar was exhausted, after showing Whitley around the entire morning and answering all his incessant questions, he wanted nothing more to collapse into his four-poster bed and pass out from the exhaustion.

He ended up avoiding do so when he received a text from CFVY asking him to join them for a picnic. Oscar was somewhat glad he could join them. One reason was it allowed him to vent and destress, the other was that he was sure Ozpin would butcher him with his words in that disappointed teacher voice that Oscar _hated_ , if he found out Oscar had slept in his expensive three piece suit. 

"I'm soooo tired!" Oscar said, dramatically collapsing on his back onto the picnic blanket. Coco then laughed and then eyed his suit, peeking from her sunglasses in approval at the look.

"Fancy getup kiddo, just make sure you don't ruin it."

Oscar then flushed at the compliment, both proud and embarrassed that Oscar had met Coco's expectation in the fashion department.

Oscar nearly shuddered at the one time Coco had dragged him to the high end boutiques in all of Vale, making him Coco's personal mannequin. 

"Why are you tired kiddo?" Fox asked interrupting his thoughts, sipping his fizzy drink slowly, in a dramatic manner.

Team CFVY looked at him in curiosity, with the exception of Fox, who instead smirked at Oscar, awaiting the story.

Even though Oscar was a student at Beacon Academy, he wasn't unlike any other. He along with Ruby Rose had not taken any exam and even then, Oscar had not been assigned any team. Instead he resided with the Headmaster, and although he did partake in classes and practical lessons in order to maintain his grades, which were normally top of the class. He also partook in etiquette lessons and lessons in politics, which were no doubt important but than didn't stop him from being bored and in constant isolation from his peers. It was as if he was placed on a high pedestal by them and consequently abandoned.

It was only perhaps with team''s CFVY, RWBY and JNPR that he felt like he had friends. Like he belonged at the academy, despite being familiar with the Beacon grounds since he was around 4 years old.

_'I wonder if Whitley has ever felt alone like that.'_

"I had to meet important council members today, and I had to show _Whitley Schnee_ around... and you could imagine how he was..."

Yatsuhashi just patted his shoulder in sympathy. Velvet then looked up at him, bunny ears perking up curiously.

"Weiss' brother? is he really that bad?"

Oscar looked down contemplatively.

"I mean he seemed a little rude, but there seemed to be more to the surface of him you know, and we met like a _long_ time ago, when were like six and he wasn't that bad then. So I don't think he's bad per say, just a bit... haughty." 

Velvet then gushed, eyes brightening up in joy. "Ooohhh Baby Oscar, I wonder what you looked like?!

Fox and Coco then smirked and Yatsuhashi smiled slightly at the thought.

"What do you mean Velvet, he's already a baby boy." Fox said grinning wildly.

"Yeah, but we should ask Oz for some photos" Coco said, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. 

" _Guys_ please stop teasing me!!..."

They only laughed on and Oscar only curled up in embarrassment, much to amusement of the team.

* * *

"So how was meeting Whitley, I trust you showed him around our campus." 

Oscar shrugged, "It was alright, he's kinda arrogant though."

Currently the duo were at restaurant in Vale, it was currently night time, the lights beautifully illuminating the city. Oscar and Ozpin eating some fancy food at the restaurant that they both frequented when either the chef was off or when they were to lazy or tired to cook themselves.

Ozpin the sighed lightly at Oscar's complaint, placing his fork down and looking at Oscar intently.

"Oscar, I know you may not get along with him as of now, but his family is an important ally for us, it's how we get the supply of dust that we do. It is advantageous to have Miss Schnee at our school, but that won't last forever."

Oscar sighed in return, looking up at his guardian, knowing that he was right. Ozpin was _always right_ in this kind of stuff...

"I know, and i'm not saying I hate him but his personality kind of reminded me of Weiss when I first met her, only he seemed more lonely and sad."

Ozpin hummed, digging more into his food and sipping on his wine. "Well that is to be expected considering being the youngest of the family and his social status."

Ozpin then eyed Oscar, pointing his fork at him.

"Perhaps you should get to know him. He will be living with us after all."

Oscar nodded in understanding, turning back to his food before looking up in shock at Ozpin's smug expression.

"WAIT, WHAT!?"

In a fancy hotel room only a few kilometres away, a boy with white hair and blue eyes had the same exact reaction, eyes widening in shock at his father's command. 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I headcanon that Ozpin is a rich boi and since Oscar is living with him he is also a rich boi.  
> Therefore, this fanfiction is two dorky rich bois falling in love.  
> Also would totally be a tsundere.


	4. Awkwardness and Meet-ups pt 1

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Whitley and Oscar's thoughts on each other as they prepare for Whitley's stay.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Sorry this chapter was so short.

When Oz had informed him of the fact that Whitley Schnee was staying with them, which had caused him to promptly shout and then look down in embarrassment at the pointed glares. Oscar then had a lot of time to think after that and then decided that having Whitley visiting wouldn't be so bad.

It was now morning, and the as the chef served them breakfast, Oscar and Ozpin both sat on the dining table, Ozpin no doubt looking through paperwork, while Oscar was reading a book.

 _'Geez is Ozpin that much of a workaholic?'_ Oscar thought eyeing the unceremonious huge pile of files by his guardian side

Ozpin noticing his ward eyeing him curiously, smiled before taking a sip from his hot chocolate.

"So are you ready for today, Mr Schnee will be arriving here in a few minutes." To Ozpin's surprise, Oscar proceeded to grin smugly. "Of course i'm ready old man! I'm prepared to show Whitley a good time."

Ozpin chuckled "This is certainly a turn from when I first made the announcement."

Oscar shrugged. "Well, i've had time to think and him staying here wouldn't be so bad, we could even be friends. I did make a promise to him after all." 

Ozpin only looked at him in either amusement or curiosity, Oscar could never really tell which.

_'Cryptic old man...'_

Before the duo could continue any further, the doorbell had rung.

Whitley was here...

* * *

When his father suggested, or _commanded_ at Whitley that he will be staying with both the headmaster and his wards, Whitley couldn't hide his disdain and shock at the fact. Not that it meant anything to his father, his outburst was only met with disappointment and contempt as he was coldly dismissed begin his departure to Ozpin and Oscar's home.

It was now early morning , with Whitley and Klein making their way to his future residence during his stay at Vale. As the house came into view, Whitley couldn't help but admire it. Although it wasn't luxuriously big like his home in Atlas was. THis home was both modernsed yet held a distinct vintage feel which Whitley feel would suit the headmaster. In other words it actually looked like a _home_. Whitley could only imagine what the inside would look like. 

Whitley did not particularly mind staying with the headmaster, in fact Whitley was perhaps curious too see how to mysterious and passive figure acted within his own home. No. It was the fact that he had to not only stay, but live with that boy who somehow grated on his nerves in a way that no=one had ever done with Whitley before.

The freckled boy's tone and relaxed nature which was so different to Whitley's own, caused Whitley to be filled with an intense surge of envy. The fact that he got along with the headmaster only made Whitley aware of his pathetic attempts to salvage the relationship he had with his father, which Oscar had so easily done. And finally, it was those eyes. Eyes which were so fiery in its determination, yet so gentle in its nature made Whitley feel a strange warmth settle in his stomach.

The unfamiliar sensations Whitley was experiencing, made him feel knotted and uncomfortable. Whitley dicided Whitley hated feeling like that, feeling a small surge of pride in the fact that his father would wholeheartedly agreed with him. 

"Are you ready master Whitley?" Klein asked, his small body managing to hold a stupendous amount of bags, that Whitley didn't even want to question the physics of it.

He repressed the urge of asking Klein if he needed any help, father would definitely not approve of such behaviour. 

Whitley nodded at the butler, his demeanour poised and face once again stoic, the position which made him feel unattainable, powerful and comfortable. Which contrasted the knots in his stomach that made him think of the freckled boy. 

As they ringed the doorbell, Whitley could hear a loud exclaim of "I'll get it!" He heard the jangling of keys to meet the face of the boy who had been tormenting him since he came to this wretched kingdom.

The freckled boy only looked on at the two before smiling brightly. "Welcome you two, please come in!"

Whitley decided that he hated that smile, despite considering the warmth he felt at the expression.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Since Ozpin is basically ancient, I assume he probably lives in a manor which has been renovated to make it look for modernised.  
> I imagine the inside to have a bunch of clocks, with a fireplace and probably has its own mini library, which Ozpin know doubt read to when Oscar was little.


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